In Between Days

She was desperate and she was choosey at the same time and, in a way, beautiful, but she didn’t have quite enough going for her to become what she imagined herself to be. Charles Bukowski

Love Letters to Stephanie


Times Like These

Dear Me, What’s up, slut? That’s funny cause you’re not a slut. Get it? Anyway, I’m typing this to you on my phone (technically our phone) from the couch because I don’t feel like walking into the dining room where my (our) laptop has sat dormant for months just waiting on someone to open her…

SOWISA, Babyluv

Dear Grubby Fag, It’s Sunday morning and I’ve scoured the house looking for a notebook with actual paper. You know, the kind you write on with ink from a pen. What is this? 1992? I had this grand idea that I was going to write you an old fashioned letter and mail it to you…

Months

6 since I saw you 5 since I heard you4 since I read you 6, 5, 4 4, 5, 6 Numbers. Time. Distance. The other day there was a package on my doorstep. I didn’t remember ordering anything. I hoped it would be from you. How absurd.How silly. How sad. What do you suppose I…